Santé - 'how it turned out' Lyrics

I'd like to do a song that's a, piece of music that's just
A pure expression of, joy
Like a, a celebration of
Existence you know?
Uhm, like the coming of Spring
The sun rising
(Synerchy)
Pure unbounded joy
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
Uh, I just got a brand new number for the f*cking burner
Tell them bring my money payslip for the f*cking summer
I keep up with the fashion, Maison Margiela
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
Uh, and my bitty came with ass and some new propellers (propeller)
This SRT gonna crash, watch it change the weather
And we still up-selling packs like we the Favela
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
I'm in my bag
I'm in that two tone Gatti, bitch I got a Jag (two tone got this bih I got this)
My baby pull up, coochie too far from a scab uh (from a scab uh)
I just, I just print that money fast uh-huh (from the front, from the front)
Bitch I'm printing up that money like the counterfeit, yeah
Yes we argue till she realise that she dragging it (hah hah)
Yeah I'm too in love with this girl her brain not average (nah nah, nah nah, nah nah nah)
My truck in park, got ammunition, yeah
I stayed down to complete the mission
Get this bitch but she cannot think that she lavish (that she lavish)
With that bad bitch and I'm moving in a Aston (in a Aston)
How it turned out?
F*cking crazy (how it turned out)
I cannot be lazy money talking to me
Huh, I cannot be lazy money waving at me
F*cking on lil mami she got ass and titties huh (woah)
Bitch ain't even bad you let her break the bond we had
You let her get between your pasts like we ain't f*cking brother status (woah woah)
I'm f*cking on this bitch unless she heard, call the baddest (yeah)
I keep the goonies with me, uh, uh, we some savage
I'm f*cking up the mula, uh, uh, brand new Patek
I got a bitch she on me and she texting me Aladdin
She pop another pill that bitch a junkie she a addict
I make another hit and then I pass it to the traffic (skrrt)
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, skrrt her to the curb
F*cking on that bitch and she got glasses she a nerd
I just got the money and I put it now I'm heard
I didn't got the money, now my voice, shit be heard (skrrt)
F*cking talk to them, just pouring my heart out in this bitch
Too much feelings when I'm writing this song
I just, pray that my legacy goes on